I
Imagine giving life
to what consumes yours,
reviving the pain
that caused devastating wars.
II
Imagine fixing
what tears you to pieces,
remembering the broken
and lying kisses.
III
Imagine destroying
what completes youㅡ
what makes you whole
yet poisons you from the inside.
IV
Imagine killing
what makes you alive.
burn old memories, tear old letters,
forget people and, maybe, survive.
V
Bury it all.
Erase it all.
Leave what you treasure the most.
Destroy what holds your shattered soul together.
VI
Can you break away
from what binds you to home?
Can you let go
of what you hold on to?
VII
No, you can't.
Because it is in this pain
that you found home.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
I
Imagine giving life
to what consumes yours,
reviving the pain
that caused devastating wars.
II
Imagine fixing
what tears you to pieces,
remembering the broken
and lying kisses.
III
Imagine destroying
what completes youㅡ
what makes you whole
yet poisons you from the inside.
IV
Imagine killing
what makes you alive.
burn old memories, tear old letters,
forget people and, maybe, survive.
V
Bury it all.
Erase it all.
Leave what you treasure the most.
Destroy what holds your shattered soul together.
VI
Can you break away
from what binds you to home?
Can you let go
of what you hold on to?
VII
No, you can't.
Because it is in this pain
that you found home.
"Imagine" he began, "and do not forget that it is only a figment of your imagination"
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